Gold dawn came early
Seven bluebirds on rouge skies
rising up in song
Discovery awaited
on lavender streets up high
Cool breezes were caught
on a 7am flight
Green trees fell away
Sunup had soon turned orange
......
The midnight plane with its flying lights
looks like an unloosed star
wandering west through blue-black night
to where the mountains are,
a star that's come so close to earth
to tell each quiet farm and little town,
'Put out your lights, children of earth. Sleep warm.'
More rat than bird,
more superstition than fox,
you hang from that banyan
branch like a deflated black
umbrella and, when you flap
through the sky across a waxen
moon and the dead rise up
to haunt me, you're more
real than Batman.
......
On a bleak day, the first time a fire was lighted in my room for the winter.
Go, get thee gone ! tis not the summer coming,
But my first fire, the winter's harbinger,
Which from thy crevice warm has sent thee roaming
On the chill air thy little wing to stir.
Yet stay, I should be loath to see thee wander
Forth to the gale, to face the surly blast,
Around my chair in playful flight meander,
But seek thy winter home again at last—
Yet I dislike thy race,—nor them alone,
......
Found from Mexican forests, to Southern Brazil,
The jeweled honeyless bees are very sweet still,
In colors blue, purple, red, gold or a mixture,
Their glossy bodies among the greenery a fixture.
Instead of honey, the male makes fine fragrancy,
And in place of a beehive, is a fancy perfumery,
So as to fascinate his beautiful female intended,
Like the smoky vibrancy of sky when day has ended!
......
Gold dawn came early
Seven bluebirds on rouge skies
rising up in song
Discovery awaited
on lavender streets up high
Cool breezes were caught
on a 7am flight
Green trees fell away
Sunup had soon turned orange
......
a wealth of rubies
cardinals among berries
red hibiscus bloom
crimson sun sinking
leaving vivid trails of fire
on scarlet roses
dragonflies emerge
going everywhere, silent
......
whisperings of wings
deep drone of summer's old gold
red rose drips petals
only time will tell
of the countless jeweled birds
summoned by the blooms
fanning the breezes
'til the last of orange sun
......
I was a professional kite flyer, and had won big contests and tournaments,
As the one who has glimpsed a dream, and hasn't ever looked back since.
I began flying kites as a girl, running in summery fields with my brother,
When kites held such a colorful attraction, and exhilaration like no other!
Since then, I had never found another vocation, I loved nearly as much,
Like a starlit moon in pure midnight, glimmers steadily on lakes and such.
I had a collection of treasured kites, that were my pride and me gave joy,
......
Cardinals past sun glazed window, scarlet joy,
Sapphire sparkling in cool waters, ships ahoy,
Crows on reddening skies, an evening convoy,
Bees on quest for gold honey, the real McCoy!
Jeweled hummingbird murmur, bloom to bloom,
And blur of fuchsia motions, one butterfly June,
Dragonflies in rubies, lost to the summer zoom,
As the sun arose to its zenith, at marigold noon.